Infinite Possibilities (The Secret Life of Amy Bensen #2)(31)

I nod and she pokes my vein. “I’ll think about it,” I promise, and it’s not a lie. I plan to talk to whoever I have to, to get at the truth, just not a counselor who could be put in danger with me.

A few minutes later, Dr. Murphy does her strip test.

“Well?” I prod, and I’m actually wringing my hands together, I’m so on edge.

Dr. Murphy doesn’t make me wait. “It’s positive.”

My hands go to the arms of the chair and I clutch the leather in a death grip. I pretty much half-hear everything else she says. Something about the nausea passing in another couple of weeks. She’s going to get me vitamins and she is all for acupuncture and more of that counseling she’d suggested. She’ll call with the blood work. She squeezes my leg. “I live next door. If you need an ear or a friend--”

“Thank you. I...thank you.”

She gives me a worried look and seems to want to say more but thinks better of it, gathering her things and leaving. I stare out at the water without really seeing it. Instead I am back on the porch with my brother as he says, You can’t handle the truth. If tonight told me anything, it’s that. I think of the fight between my parents I’d overheard. Then the fight between my mother and a stranger I’d overhead. And then, the man in the sedan. There were things happening right before my eyes and I hadn’t seen them. Or I’d ignored them. And now they are dead and I can’t bring them back. This baby will be here before I blink and this danger can’t still exist when it does. Doing nothing is what I’ve done for six years. I can’t do nothing now. And I can’t stay in the very place where my handler might have died warning me to leave.

I dart to my feet and sprint across the room toward the door, rushing down the stairs and pausing in the foyer at the sound of Liam and Dr. Murphy murmuring words I cannot hear at the bottom level. Emotions are racing through me like an electric charge and I can’t stand still. I pass through the archway and enter the living area and sit down on the arm of a chair, the water to my back. I stand back up. I sit down.

Liam appears under the arches and all that emotion in me balls in my chest at the sight he makes, tall and commanding, with an easy grace and power that he wears like a second skin. This is the father of my child.

I rush toward him and grab his arms, his hard muscles flexing beneath my palm. “I was told to leave New York. We have to leave New York. We have to go anywhere but here. And then I need answers. I have to make this end. I have to.”

“We, Amy. You aren’t alone anymore, and who told you to leave, Amy?”

“The same person who saved my life six years ago.”

“Which is who?”

“I don’t know.”

His lips tighten. “Come sit down and talk to me.” He hauls me with him to the front of the chair and sits me down, squatting down in front of me. “Tell me about this stranger and why you trust this person.”

I don’t hesitate. We both have something to lose now and I’m done holding back. “I was in the hospital when I got a call. He, whoever he was, told me that I would die too if I didn’t leave right then and meet him in the back of the hospital.”

“So you did?”

“I was eighteen and in shock.”

“I know, baby. This isn’t me judging you. Quite the opposite. And Tellar didn’t know you were in the house when your family died when he said what he did.”

“I knew they’d been murdered.” My voice trembles. I think it’s more than my voice. I think I’m trembling all over.

“How? How did you know?”

“There were weird things going on.”

“What weird things?”

“I thought one or both of my parents were having affairs. And then my brother had hinted at some kind of trouble but he told me I couldn’t handle knowing the details.”

“When was that?”

“The week of the fire.”

He leans back on his heels. “So you met this stranger in the parking lot and then what?”

“He gave me money, passports, and written instructions. He was with me all of five minutes and then he put me in a cab by myself and I never saw him again.”

“Can you identify him?”

I shake my head. “I don’t think so. He wore a hoodie and it was dark in the cab.”

“What kind of instructions did he give you?”

“I stayed at a hotel in Austin for a few days, until I received a delivery with an airline ticket and my new identity.”

“And that identity was Amy Bensen?”

“No. Right before I met you, I’d foolishly decided I was off everyone’s radar and I could try to rebuild a happy life. I’d taken a job at a museum because...well...”

“I know why. Go on.”

I inhale and let it out. “The night I met you, I received a note that said I’d gotten myself noticed and that I had to run again.”

“How do you know it’s him who contacted you again?”

“Everything was handled exactly like the first time. And...”

“And what?”

I hesitate a moment, but I’m carrying his child. I’m trusting my instincts. “The man showed me a tattoo and told me any communication would also have the exact same image.”